he could never escape this hell, could he? everyday, it was a new mistake. everyday, a new bruise or scar appeared. max could never escape this hell called home. ---- trigger warning. lmao here is just a big pile of angst. i'll probably make a prequel or sequel or something. maybe just another story that's not related to this one, but still an angsty dadvid. lol idk. let's find out. ---- i hope y'all enjoy my story! if you wanna know more about me, check out my autobiography, "up until now."

On New-Year's day, Max is attacked and left blind. He thought life with his parents was shit before, but now, when he's forced to depend on those around him, he realizes that there's no-one who'll help him except himself. He must learn to be independent, to function on his own and finds that relying on himself comes naturally. Still,he's only a child, and without anyone to trust he's left fearful and angry at the world around him. But then he sees the only light he'll ever see again. He has one opportunity to get away from it all, from his damnable parents and the life they inflict on him. That damned camp he cursed so much, and it's most loyal councilor, are his only hope. The question is, will he be able to get there, or will life kill him first?

Because this needed to fucking happen, and if no one else was gonna write some of this shit, I decided I would have to. all characters belong to Rooster Teeth Camp Camp story cover does not belong to me either